Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 11, 2007 8:33:49 GMT -5
Shadowheart paced the field, suddenly spotting an approaching loner. He buried himself in the dirt, watching and waiting. She approached and his claws swiftly came out of their hiding spots in his paws, the deadly tips piercing the ground. The loner came closer, soaring at a bunny. In mid-leap, however, a tabby bolted out and grabbed her neck, ruthlessly whipping her body back and forth until it was bloody and dead.
He scent marked the dead creature, the scent-mark of not Shadowheart but a new Clan. It would be called...
DeathClan.
Shadowheart then kicked her away and leaped up onto a flat rock he had found, sunning himself, claws flexing as he began to wait...
